He works in a building with many windows, but no exits. ??

There is a box for everyone. ?
Coffee is served at 9, black. ?
Printers scan the same papers,?
making copies, and copies, and copies?
of rewritten words. Rewritten ?by men in the same suits.  ??

The light is white. ?
The sun does not come through windows, black. ?
Plastic plants are dying beside colorless walls.

But late at night, ?when the boxes are empty, ?
and the moon comes through windows, silver. ?
Beside the plants, he’ll paint a creature on the wall?
big enough to make its own exit. ?
And away they go.